friends, trains and everything in between
Kandy. The city of the Temple of the Tooth Relic. Also a city of an amazing lake, nice buildings and too many birds. Not to forget the palm readers, promising you that marriage is just around the corner for you.
Kandy. A city of unforgettable memories. Simple yet, awesome times and innocent fun.
I've been to Kandy by train before. So going by train wasn't a brand new experience. Yet, it was still a new experience. Three girls, three guys. Six friends.
The trip really proved that you may know a person, but you really know them once you have spent a long time together with them. About the people, I realized many things. Speaking to them, talking about various issues. Or just making jokes. Even when we were silent, things seemed to fit in. We weren't pieces of the same puzzle, though we did some how fit in. We had our differences, but differences don't always matter.
During the return trip, and for me, this is what I loved the most, one of the group and I abandoned our seats. Barefoot, we sat near the open doors of the train. And as it rocked along, sometimes speeding away, I felt as if, if I let go of the bars I was holding onto, I would just fly. And we talked, or when the train was too loud, we sat in silence. It was well into the night by then, and rocking with the train, it settled things.
There was also the time spent sitting by a lake. We found our selves a tree to sit under and talked about nothing and everything. We had little in common, yet had so much to talk about. And sometimes we didn't need words to 'talk.' We knew each other to understand, but we didn't know each other to know all. I learned a lot about these five people I call brother or friend, people I love and care for. They showed me that age, sex, type of relationship didn't matter. It didn't matter that at first we were still not used to each other. It didn't matter that that last bus ride was all we could have survived.
Our eyes half closed, bodies covered in sweat, clothes dusty and feet aching, we parted with that unsaid promise to meet again.
Kandy. A city of unforgettable memories. Simple yet, awesome times and innocent fun.
I've been to Kandy by train before. So going by train wasn't a brand new experience. Yet, it was still a new experience. Three girls, three guys. Six friends.
The trip really proved that you may know a person, but you really know them once you have spent a long time together with them. About the people, I realized many things. Speaking to them, talking about various issues. Or just making jokes. Even when we were silent, things seemed to fit in. We weren't pieces of the same puzzle, though we did some how fit in. We had our differences, but differences don't always matter.
During the return trip, and for me, this is what I loved the most, one of the group and I abandoned our seats. Barefoot, we sat near the open doors of the train. And as it rocked along, sometimes speeding away, I felt as if, if I let go of the bars I was holding onto, I would just fly. And we talked, or when the train was too loud, we sat in silence. It was well into the night by then, and rocking with the train, it settled things.
There was also the time spent sitting by a lake. We found our selves a tree to sit under and talked about nothing and everything. We had little in common, yet had so much to talk about. And sometimes we didn't need words to 'talk.' We knew each other to understand, but we didn't know each other to know all. I learned a lot about these five people I call brother or friend, people I love and care for. They showed me that age, sex, type of relationship didn't matter. It didn't matter that at first we were still not used to each other. It didn't matter that that last bus ride was all we could have survived.
Our eyes half closed, bodies covered in sweat, clothes dusty and feet aching, we parted with that unsaid promise to meet again.
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